The Tale of Felaenya: Part 1 – The Castle Falls

Queen Felaenya was huddled in the throne room with her son, Prince Taladiir, his wife Princess Nylalaea, and Nylalaea’s younger sister, Enyssia. They were the only ones in the throne room. All of their guards had gone to defend the castle. Kahshara’s capitol city of Melhanore was under attack by the orcs. Queen Felaenya’s husband, King Aquilan had departed the castle to lead the city’s defenses himself. But Felaenya had seen the orcs breach the walls of the city from a castle tower. She had watched as orcs poured into the city. She knew that any moment now, they would reach the castle. She feared the worst for her husband, and every elf in the city, including those in the castle. She felt nauseous, knowing the fate that would befall all of them. Death for almost all of the males. Enslavement for the females. She had prayed that the forces from the neighboring elven kingdoms of Ullfaserine, Helrion, and Rynhil would arrive to the city in time to save them. But her prayers had not been answered. The other kingdoms had not arrived yet. Melhanore’s fate was all but sealed.

If Felaenya’s son was not here, she would have just surrendered. Surrender or not, she knew her fate was sealed. She would be enslaved. And her husband was presumably dead. But she could not surrender with Taladiir here in the castle. She knew his likely fate if the orcs took the castle. So, she would not go down without a fight. She would fight with her last breath to protect her son.

Felaenya heard what sounded like muffled screams from below. She feared that the orcs had entered the castle. Her face pale, she turned to her son. If her husband was dead or captured, her son Taladiir was technically the new monarch of the kingdom and would need to direct the defense of the caste. But she knew he had not the wisdom, fortitude, or courage to do so. The burden would fall on her. And so, she would go out and try to direct whatever defenses were left in the castle.

“Stay in here. Lock the door behind me after I exit,” she told Taladiir.

“Mother, where are you going? We should stay locked in here,” Taladiir whined.

“I am going to help defend the castle,” Felaenya said. “If any orcs make it in here, you fight them! You do whatever you can to fight them off! Unsheathe your sword and be ready!” She ran to a table and picked up her dagger that she had left there. Felaenya hurried to the door of the throne room, opening it and exiting, then closing the door behind her. Almost immediately she heard the click of the lock behind her. Taladiir had not hesitated to lock the door.

Felaenya moved through the corridors of the castle. They were mostly empty. Most elves were likely on the floors below fighting the orcs. Or they had gone into hiding. More muffled screams were ringing out from below and she could hear the clash of weapons. As she moved down a hallway, the door was flung open and a pair of young blonde maidens fled past her, trying to get away from the orcs. Not that there was any place to flee. The elf maidens did not even acknowledge Felaenya as they ran past her. Felaenya did not recognize them; they looked like they were maybe sisters and Felaenya assumed they were likely the daughters of a government official who were allowed to take refuge here in the castle when the orcs had arrived at the city.

As she moved down the hallway, more elves ran past her, terror in their eyes. They also did not say anything to Felaenya; driven by fear and panic to sprint past her to find safety that Felaenya knew they would not find. Felaenya had hoped to come out to help direct the defense of the castle. But from the sounds of the screams below, it seemed there were little or no more defenses to muster. Only fleeing elves, and elves being captured or killed.

Felaenya turned and moved down another empty hallway. She was making her way towards the stairs to head down where she prayed the elves were still mustering some kind of defense. But then the door on the other end of the hallway flew open and a goblin charged inside. As soon as the goblin saw Felaenya, he charged towards her. He was unarmed and when he saw Felaenya raising her dagger he screeched to a halt.

“Drop that weapon, elf cunt, and kneel!” the goblin ordered. “And tell us where the queen is!” Felaenya realized he did not know who she was; she was not wearing her crown. Not that it mattered. The queen and the lowest elf maiden peasant would all suffer the same fate now that Melhanore had fallen. They would all end up slaves.

“Stay away!” she cried as the goblin advanced on her and she started to back away. The goblin closed the distance between them and lunged at her. Felaenya swung the dagger. The goblin raised his arm to shield his head and the dagger sliced into his forearm. He roared in pain, a look of shock on his face that an elf maiden had actually dared to defend herself and defy him. His face darkened with rage. He roared and leapt at her. She tried to swing the dagger again, but the goblin was quick. The goblin slammed into her and she went crashing to the floor. The impact sent the dagger flying, and the goblin started to climb on top of her.

“I am going to make you pay for that, slut!” the goblin snarled. “I am going to fuck your ass until you bleed more than my arm!” He flipped her onto her belly and started to hike up her gown. Felaenya cried out in panic and started bucking and thrashing around, desperate to avoid the first of many rapes that she knew she would suffer as a sex slave to these orc and goblin conquerors. Angered by her resistance, the goblin started punching Felaenya in the back of the head. Dazed, she tried to regain her senses, her ears ringing. She could feel her skirt being hiked up more. Her vision blurry and eyes watering, she barely made out the dagger on the floor and she reached out to try to grab it. She managed to reach the dagger’s hilt with her outstretched fingers. Gripping it, she turned and swung it, slicing it again into the goblin, this time across his chest. He screamed and fell backwards so that he was no longer straddling her and pinning her to the floor. Felaenya stumbled to her feet as the goblin picked himself up and charged at her, screaming in a rage.

This time Felaenya swung the blade in a downward motion, stabbing the goblin through the eye. She pushed it in as deeply as she could.

The goblin screamed in agony as he collapsed to the floor. He writhed around and was dead within a few seconds. Felaenya stared at the goblin as he lay still, the blood pouring from his eye socket onto the floor. She had never killed anyone before. She had never swung a weapon with an intent to harm or kill until just now. But she did not have time to reflect. Felaenya pulled the dagger from the dead goblin’s eye socket. As she did, she heard gruff orc or goblin voices coming from the same direction that the goblin had. She turned around and started making her way back in the direction she had come, back towards the throne room. She quickly made her way through the corridors. But then she heard the sound of gruff voices ahead of her. It was orcs and it sounded like they were coming in her direction, from around a corner. Felaenya knew if they circled around the corner, they would spot her. She froze and then slipped into an adjoining room. It was a small library and Felaenya hurried over to a desk and crawled under it. She waited as the sound of the orcs grew louder. And then they entered the room. From her position under the desk Felaenya could only see two pairs of boots and the greenish skin of orc legs. And also, the bare feet and legs of two elf maidens.

“We can fuck them in here,” one of the orcs said and one of the elf maidens let out a dismayed wail. The other elf maiden started pleading not to be ravaged and Felaenya flinched when she heard a loud slap, which she assumed had been across the cheek of the pleading elf maiden. It silenced her.

Felaenya watched as one of the orcs brought one of the elf maidens to the center of the room and shoved her to the ground. Felaenya could now her face and realized see that the elf maiden was one of the young blonde elf maiden sisters that had fled past her earlier. She was now stripped naked, and her wrists were bound behind her back. An orc got down and settled on top of her, using his hands to force her knees apart so he could settle in between her parted thighs. The orc reached down and undid his pants, fishing out his cock. Felaenya watched from her hiding space as the orc lined up his erect cock with the elf maiden’s slit. As soon as the elf maiden felt the orc’s cock press in between her folds, she wailed in dismay and flew into a panic, her legs kicking and flailing wildly on either side of the orc’s hips.

“This one is a virgin!” the orc excitedly announced before he drove his hips forward, burying his cock inside the elf maiden and tearing away her virginity. The elf maiden let out a shrill wail as the orc yelled mockingly, “she isn’t anymore!” and he began thrusting away inside her. Felaenya watched the barbaric act in horror. The orc was facing away from the desk, otherwise Felaenya knew he would be able to see her crouched under it. She felt guilty that being seen was her concern and not the fate of this young elf maiden, one of her one subjects, being horribly defiled in front of her.

And then the other orc dragged the other sister closer to the desk. She was also stripped naked with her wrists bound, like her sister.  He shoved her down on the floor right in front of the desk, on her belly and then grabbed her hips, yanking them up so her ass was raised. “No! Please no!” the elf maiden cried as he got down behind her. Felaenya froze, terrified she would be spotted, but was relieved when the orc’s position was such that she assumed he could not see her. She could see his legs and torso, but his head was above the desk, so he would not be able to see her. But the elf maiden’s face was pressed into the floor and when the orc started pushing his cock inside her, she let out a terrible wail and her head turned so that she was looking right at Felaenya. “This one was a virgin too!” the orc ravaging her announced with glee, as if he had won a prize.

As the orc started thrusting away, the elf maiden and Felaenya made eye contact and she gave Felaenya a pleading look, as tears poured down her cheeks. Felaenya gripped her dagger. She so desperately wanted to leap out and from her hiding place to help these poor elf maidens. She debated leaping out and trying to stab both the orcs. But Felaenya knew there was no way she could kill both orcs. Intervening would not save these poor elf maidens from their defilement. It would only get her captured. Tears sliding down Felaenya’s cheeks, she could only watch helplessly as both elf maidens were violently ravaged in front of her. The slaps of flesh and the elf maidens’ desperate cries and sobs filled the room. The one elf maiden continued staring at Felaenya with tear-filled, fearful eyes. Felaenya could only look back at her sympathetically. She was grateful that the elf maiden did not say anything to reveal her location.

Both orcs pumped away vigorously until they climaxed with loud groans. The orcs stood up and made the elf maiden sisters lick their cocks clean of the various fluids that coated them. Then the orcs hauled the elf maidens to their feet. “Come sluts, let’s take you to the collection point,” one of the orcs said and they began to drag the elf maidens away,

Felaenya remained under the desk, crying softly, traumatized by what she had just witnessed. She had just witnessed firsthand the horror that was being inflicted on the poor elf maidens in the castle and the city. She knew she would experience this hell herself soon enough. She decided she would go back to her son and his wife. It was clear there was nothing she could do to stop this hell that was being unleashed on them. She just wanted to spend some final moments with her son.

Felaenya walked to the door and peered outside. The hallway was clear and Felaenya slipped out. She started to make her way back to the throne room. Felaenya approached the throne room and entered the large foyer leading to it. She froze.  She saw that there were a dozen orcs and goblins outside of the double doors to the throne room. An orc was smashing at the door with an ax, trying to break through.

Felaenya watched, horrified. She knew she stood no chance against a dozen orcs and goblins. She assumed she stood no chance against even a single orc, in spite of her luck against the goblin earlier. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Desperate to save her son, she hoped maybe she could draw them away. She cried out, “I am who you are looking for! I am the queen!” A bunch of the goblins and orcs spun around and saw her. Felaenya turned and started running in the other direction, hoping they would give chase and be drawn away from the throne room. A few started giving chase but the orc with the axe and others remained at the entrance of the throne room, still trying to break the door down.

Felaenya did not know how many were pursuing her as she ran through the corridors. But she could hear some of them behind her. All she could do was try to draw away as many as she could from her son. As she ran through a hallway, she saw a pair of orcs ahead of her from the other direction. They started charging towards her, and Felaenya ducked down another corridor. She kept turning into different corridors, hoping she could lose her pursuers.  She knew that her only advantage was that she knew the castle better than they did.

Felaenya was crying as she ran. She was terrified for her son. As much as she feared slavery, it was the fate of Taladiir she most dreaded. Felaenya moved into a large ballroom. It was empty and she moved towards a door on the other side of the room. But then suddenly the door flew open. When Felaenya saw who was on the other side, she wailed in dismay. There was an orc and a pair of goblins, with a male elf captive, bound and gagged. It was her husband, King Aquilan.

“You, stop!” one of the goblins yelled when he spotted Felaenya. This time, she froze, and she dropped her head and started to cry, defeated. Seeing Aquilan captured had stripped her of the will to keep running. Aquilan started shouting in a panicked voice, towards Felaenya but only muffled noises escaped his gag. However, Felaenya had no doubt he was telling her to run. But Felaenya knew it was no use. The castle was overrun with the invaders. And she was not about to abandon her husband. When the orc saw Aquilan’s panicked reaction, he ordered for the goblins to seize Felaenya. She stood there, unmoving as the goblins rushed over and grabbed her by her arms and dragged her back toward the orc.

“Who are you?” the orc growled.

“I am Queen Felaenya,” she replied softly, her voice trembling.

The orc’s eyes lit up and he grinned. “Well, thank you for delivering yourself to me, Queen. I am Rimek Keensnarl, chieftain of the Iron Claw Clan, and I am leading the invasion of your kingdom. I would throw you down on the floor right here and rape you in front of your husband, but as a show of respect to the War Chieftain of the orc horde, Grimnor Longtooth, I will gift you to him and let his orc cock be the first you feel pounding your cunt and ass.”

Aquilan started cursing angrily into his gag and Rimek turned and punched him hard in the gut, doubling over the king and silencing him for the moment. Rimek tuned to one of the goblins. “Hadguk, be so kind as to bring in an elf cunt who can identify the queen and we can confirm it is really her.”

Hadguk released Felaenya’s arm, and the other goblin grabbed it so he was now clutching both of her arms. Hadguk exited through the door that Rimek had come from with Aquilan.

As they waited, Rimek looked Felaenya up and down. “It is a shame I have decided to save that royal cunt between your legs for Grimnor. I would have loved to fuck it,” he remarked. “But there are plenty of other elf maidens in this city to fuck.”

The goblin Hadguk returned. He was holding the arm of a young elf maiden who was stumbling and crying softly as she was dragged forward. Felaenya recognized her immediately. It was Imryll, the daughter of one of Aquilan’s chief advisors. Imryll had been stripped naked. Her cheek was bruised where she must have been slapped. There were bite marks all over her breast and neck. And Felaenya could see that her sex was swollen and there was what she assumed was orc cum smeared down her inner thighs. It is clear she had been ravaged, likely numerous times.

“You, elf cunt, who is that,” Rimek asked Imryll, pointing to Felaenya.

Still crying softly from whatever ordeal she had been through, Imryll looked at Felaenya and whispered softly, “That is the queen.”

Rimek nodded and said to Hadguk, “Take that slut back; I am sure there are goblins and orcs looking for a young elf cunt to fuck.” Hadguk started to drag away Imryll, who was now crying harder upon the realization that she was being returned to whatever hell she had just come from.

Rimek turned to the other goblin that was holding Felaenya. “Take her to the throne room. I am going to have the king questioned briefly and then I will join you in the throne room.  Remember, no one is to fuck the queen.” The goblin began to drag Felaenya away.

…………….

Prince Taladiir stood in the throne room, trembling, his sword drawn. On the other side of the door there was loud crashing as orcs smashed into it with weapons.

Princess Nylalaea and Enyssia were standing behind Taladiir. “You have to protect our child, Taladiir,” Nylalaea said in a trembling voice, speaking of the baby growing in her womb.

But Taladiir knew he stood no chance against orcs or goblins. He knew he didn’t even stand a chance against an elf soldier who had gone through basic training. Taladiir had never trained with a weapon. He had blown off every lesson in combat his father had tried to make him take.

The door burst open, and orcs and goblins poured in. Taladiir let out a frightened squeal. An orc moved toward him with a battle axe raised. “Lower that sword, elf boy!” the orc snarled.

Taladiir immediately lowered his weapon, to shocked looks by Nylalaea and Enyssia that he had not even tried to defend them. A goblin moved forward and grabbed the sword.

The orc with the battle axe chuckled. It was Uglagg, one of Rimek’s lieutenants. “The elf prince is as weak and cowardly as we were told by our spies,” he mused. He stepped over to the three elves. “It is your lucky day elf prince. We have orders to spare the lives of all the royals for now, even the males.”

Taladiir stood there silently, his head down, trembling. Uglagg moved down the line, looking at the prince and the two elf maidens. “Neither of these sluts is the queen,” he remarked. “Where is the queen?”

But just then, on cue, the goblin dragging Felaenya appeared and announced his captive.

“Ah, there she is,” Uglagg said. “Line her up with the others.”

“Please, I beg you spare my son’s life, and I will do anything you want!” Felaenya cried as she was taken over to stand beside Taladiir.

Uglagg laughed. “Queen, you are a slave of the orc horde now. You will do whatever we want because you are a slave, and you have no choice in them matter. There is no bargaining with slaves. But you are lucky. As I was just explaining to your weak son, he will live, for now. But let’s wait for Rimek to arrive, and then we can have some fun!”

…………….

“Please, I have learned my lesson! I am sorry for disrespecting you. But I am worth so much more to you as Queen of Alyoshara than I am as a slave,” Thaconia cried, tears pouring down her cheeks. She was locked in a tiny cage that was suspended from the ceiling, kneeling with her knees parted wide as she had been taught by Kordoth.

Kordoth was standing outside of the cage, grinning at his captive.

He reached between the bars and between her parted thighs and slid his hand up and down her slit. Thaconia choked back a sob and Kordoth saw her legs twitch as she resisted the urge to close her thighs and block his access. Thaconia resisted because knew she would be whipped for such an action. “This cunt is worth quite a lot. Perhaps more than the deal we had before,” Kordoth mused.

“Why are you doing this?” she sobbed. “We had a deal. How can you not keep your word?”

“You are right. We had a deal. But you are now a slave. An animal. I no more have to honor a deal I made with with a horse or a cow or a pig than I do you,” Kordoth mused. “Now start humping my hand, slave.”

Her cheeks reddening, Thaconia began to gyrate her hips, rubbing her slit against Kordoth’s hand.

As he watched her rutting against his hand, Kordoth realized he needed to make a decision. He wanted to teach Thaconia a lesson. And now that he had her branded and enslaved, he thought he might break her and put her fully under his grasp. And for the past couple of days, he had her locked away in this building. Only his most trusted officers and advisors and other trusted orcs had been allowed inside. But he knew Grimnor almost certainly had spies in this camp. Eventually word would get out that he had a captive elf maiden in here. And if anyone figured out who she was, and word got back to Grimnor, it would screw up Kordoth’s ambitions. For all his bluster to Thaconia to scare her, indeed the deal he had with her and his plans to crush Grimnor were worth way more to him than any slave cunt, even one between the legs of an elven queen. He would need to figure out a way to fully break her and put her under his thumb, but without anyone he did not trust finding out. Kordoth pondered this while Thaconia continue grinding her cunt against his hand.

After a couple minutes, Kordoth plunged a couple fingers into his new slave’s cunt, pleased that it was now quite slick. He swirled his fingers around and then pulled them out, pleased to see them covered in her creamy juices. Kordoth unlocked the cage and opened the door. “Slave, on the floor, present your ass,” he barked. Choking back another sob. Thaconia crawled out of the cage and hooped own onto the floor. She got on her knees and then leaned forward, pressing her chest and face onto the floor with her ass raised. She closed her eyes, preparing for whatever abuse Kordoth was going to heap on her. She felt him spreading her ass cheeks and then she grunted as a finger pushed into her ass. He twisted it around and she grunted more. But she knew this discomfort was nothing compared to what she was about to experience. She knew he was lubricating her back passage with her pussy juices. So that he could ass fuck her. When she felt the top of Kordoth’s cock press against her anus, Thaconia started to sob again, knowing she was in for another painful ass fucking. Kordoth smiled as he continued breaking down this haughty queen.

(End of Part 1, to be continued...)